We are taking a road trip to San José, California to attend Further Confusion, aka Furcon, one of the largest anthropomorphic events in the US.
Furcon has dances, criterlympics, parades, games, panels, art exhibits, costuming workshops, writing workshops, performance opportunities, and more, and is involved in a number of animal-related charity projects.
Thousands of ambassadors of furdom explore their own visions of sensuality with Fursuiters on Parade, art shows, dances, a furry masquerade ball, furry performances, and an eclectic assortment of seminars: “Buddhism Panel”, “Created Species”, “How to Write dialog that Doesn’t Sound Like You Wrote It,” “Business Practices for Artists”, and “Norse Spirituality”.
We are here to enjoy the festivities and hang-out with all the beautiful critters. 🙂
An industrious squirrel is working the membership booth. If you like big, green eyes, this is the squirrel for you!
I’ll bet he’d like to put a tiger in her tank!
A few costumes border on grotesque, and we wonder if the mask is a representation of the person’s true self.
Were we wrong, or what? That’s one wolf we definitely would not kick out of grandma’s bed.
We wonder if they have a problem with static electricity.
Fursuits on parade.
Fortunately, abominable snowmen are not ticklish.
He had an extra portion of Eat Me cakes.
Everyone loves doggies!
Technically, that’s a Minnie-skirt, right?
Why is that fox wearing pants? Well, gang, it looks like we have another mystery on our hands.
Techno-critters having a ball.
Having fun with friends.
No, we don’t have fursuits, but who doesn’t have tails and ears as an easy substitute?
Some furries are domestics.
What do you call a Bear without an ear? B. 😛
Even more fun with friends.
Hmmm, this reminds me of the very first time we met Stalking Cat. Sherman, set the WABAC machine to 2004….
Cabaret Fur Le Danse
Stalking Cat body-painted us once, a long time ago, for a dance performance called Cabaret Fur Le Danse. (Cabaret Fur Le Danse Program.) We were members of Myths and Legends Dance Troupe, which included many of the same members (including us) of Tribe Roman Morga.
All Cabaret Fur Le Danse photographs are copyright of Juli vonKleinSmid or Chris Laudermilk (www.chrislaudermilkphoto.com)
Stalking Cat is in the process of taking a blank canvas and turning it into a work of art.
Body painting and face makeup transformation.
“But tonight, you will all be transformed from dead-eyed suburbanites into white-hot grease fires of pure entertainment!” —Llewellyn Sinclair, A Streetcar Named Marge.
The cast of critters pose before the performance. Can you tell which critters we have morphed into?
Publicity photos of the performers.
“All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful: the Lord God made them all.” —Cecil Frances Alexander
The result was a spectacular performance!
Bringing “Cabaret Fur Le Danse” to life.
“I think the actor has a tribal role as the archetypal story teller.” —Ben Kingsley
Stalking Cat was a gentle soul. He will be missed.
This artwork was gifted to me. The artists loved my foxy fox outfit and said this creature personified my inner foxiness. I agree. 😎
Swimmin’ with Wimmen
Of course, that’s not the only furry event we furballs have performed in. Being critters who like both women and water, we took the opportunity to combine the two at Further Confusion 09. So let’s take that time machine back to the Further Confusion!
The process of becoming a critter begins with makeup.
Lots and lots of makeup.
Hours later (really), a tigress is born!
These two came from the same litter, I think.
And we are finally ready to go!
But first, a few publicity shots. Snarl for the camera!
Cheesecake photo op!
And now it is time for the show!
This is us, live. Are we great, or what?
What did the skeleton say to the doggie? Bone Appétit!
We have many more photographs, and we offer these as a tease. If you ever get the opportunity, be sure to visit your friendly neighborhood furry convention. “Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” — Anatole France